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R. U. R.
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Helena
[Backwards in the doorway]: Nana, come and do up my dress.
Nana
I'm coming. So you're up at last. [Fastening Helena's dress.] My gracious, what brutes!
Helena
Who?
Nana
If you want to turn around, then turn around, but I shan't fasten you up.
Helena
What are you grumbling about now?
Nana
These dreadful creatures, these heathen
Helena
The Robots?
Nana
I wouldn't even call them by name.
